Academy Channel - Midday (19)
Are you all right? I have some time, but isn't it a bit late for your class?
Ah, I'm fine. There's no big deal if I miss the first class. Besides, the professor I have right now is Professor Boji, so I can probably make up the lesson later somehow.
Proudly using shortcuts is embarrassing, but listening to a Boji's worries is genuinely helpful.
Plus and minus zero.
The two of them sat on an academy bench.
From the vending machine nearby, he pulled out a can of coffee and handed it to Yuta.
Yuta, as a Boji, felt shy about receiving something from a man, but she forced herself to drink it.
Even as a Boji, refusing a man outright without any reason would look bad.
Being aware of embarrassment is enough when using the Boji.
When I saw you on the bus, you didn't make a single sound even while I was playing with your Boji, not even a twitch of your eyebrows. At first I thought maybe you don't like it that much.
Yuta slightly lowered her head and answered softly.
"...No."
It was exactly the same line she had heard in the empty classroom a few days ago.
Back then I hadn't fully understood its meaning, but now I somehow got it.
It's not the "not interested in the dick" kind of no, right? It's the "not really like it" kind of no?
Yuta's eyes widened slightly as she looked up at Beomjun's face.
Even then her expression didn't change at all.
She nodded.
The first person who has understood my meaning so quickly.
Ah, really? Honestly I was a little unsure, but it's the right answer.
Hearing the correct reply made me feel a little relieved.
A Boji who doesn't like being played with by the dick.
A Boji who's just clumsy at expressing it.
Which one is weirder? The former, of course.
Beomjun, who had felt distance on Yuta's ice-like face, felt a sudden wave of closeness wash over her, and that rebound left him with a strong sense of intimacy.
You've probably been misunderstood a lot.
Yuta nodded.
Actually, I've been bad at expressing emotions with my face for a long time.
It wasn't something that could just be brushed off as "a little clumsy."
Well, anyway.
So sometimes when guys touch my Boji or my butt, I couldn't make a proper "it feels good" face. Making an expression was hard, and no matter how I tried to moan, it came out too artificial and obvious... so the guys lost interest soon.
Yuta's voice stayed flat, but deep anguish and a heart wound lay hidden beneath it.
How painful it must be for a Boji to be unable to make a man interested in her.
It's the daily denial of her existence.
And somehow, the rumor spread that I don't like being teased by the Boji... but I couldn't deny it because I don't have the words... so I had no choice but to just watch it spread.
It was the incident in the classroom a few days ago.
Yuta wasn't crying at all.
But Beomjun guessed that she must have been shedding tears of blood inside.
Poor thing.
He knew that feeling sympathy for a Boji was pointless.
But what was he supposed to do when he actually felt it?
So you've been an Ada Boji until now?
Yuta looked a little embarrassed even to herself and only gave a tiny nod instead of speaking.
To her, Beomjun suggested.
Then how about I help you lose the Ada status? Maybe once you do that, things might change. Right?
...Eh?
Her expression changed.
It was a very subtle shift, but her eyebrows rose slightly and a blush spread across her face.
On that ice-like face, Beomjun felt a strange satisfaction knowing he was the one who caused the change.
Just hearing you say that makes me grateful. But using someone like me probably won't be fun. It might actually be better to use a silicone onahole...
Comparing herself to a silicone onahole.
It was evidence that her self-esteem had plummeted.
What was a silicone onahole?
Wasn't it the eternal enemy of Boji kids sharing the same ecological status?
A normal Boji kid would probably argue that the pleasure of a living Boji was incomparable to a silicone toy.
This is getting really serious. Is there a chance I'm about to cause real trouble?
He thought he should contact some counseling center, but Beomjun felt the urge to fix Yuta himself.
He didn't even know why.
Hey, you'll only know after you try using a Boji. Plus, I checked your Boji finger earlier and it seemed pretty tight. There's plenty of love juice dripping too. Once you try it, maybe it'll be different?
...Still...
Repeatedly refusing like this could be seen as a rejection... but Beomjun interpreted it differently.
If I push my Ada Boji and give it a bad review, that's it.
As long as the wrapper isn't torn, there's still a chance.
Men don't know because they haven't tried it, but once they do, they might be satisfied. He could rationalize it that way.
He understood that feeling well.
He'd had those moments too.
But the Ada Boji is a thing that loses value the longer it's neglected.
It has to be taken at the right time by the right person. What Yuta was doing now was just reality avoidance.
He had to tell her that if she didn't find the courage to take one more step, the reality would never change.
Hey, don't say that.
Beomjun grabbed the leotard she was wearing and pulled her up.
The leotard bit into Yuta's Boji, sending a gush of love juice that splattered the floor.
Her face still didn't change, but the way her legs naturally spread apart, perfect for a man to play with, showed that she was a real Boji.
You don't know until you've actually tried it, right? It's not that hard to have your Boji eaten.
No. But...
If it's no good, I'll just throw it away then, right? Why? Do you not like being thrown away?
N-no. Being able to be thrown away is already an honor. But still...
You're complaining a lot?
He gave the pulled leotard a little vibration on both sides.
The clit rubbed against the leotard and poked into her Boji with residual pleasure.
When a man says he's going to use the Boji, the Boji just has to say yes obediently~ right? No?
Firm and tough, man-style.
Deliberately acting that way made his chest tingle a bit.
But when handling the Boji, this was the best.
...Understood.
Yuta lowered her head and signaled that she would obey Beomjun's words.
The small blush on her cheek somehow looked extremely cute.
What? Had she ever felt this cute before?
He didn't know how to describe this feeling.
He just hoped that this Boji hole wasn't placed too low compared to his standards.
For her sake too, as well as his own.
*
They skipped classes for the whole day at the academy and went to the Boji room.
The facilities weren't as nice as a motel, and the space was narrow, but it was a good place to enjoy the Boji without causing trouble to anyone.
Soundproofing was poor, so they could hear Boji crying from all directions, but since everyone here came to play with the Boji, it wasn't considered a problem.
Yuta paid, of course. That was the unspoken rule for such things—Boji kids pay the money themselves.
By the way, how old are you, Yuta?
...Twenty-two.
Ah, really? Then we're the same age? You can speak casually, right? You can too, Nayuta.
Yuta gave a small nod, looking embarrassed.
Beomjun took off all his clothes comfortably and sat on the small bed in the Boji room.
He'd been to the Boji room before, so it wasn't awkward at all.
In contrast, Yuta stood in the small room, completely lost.
Should she sit next to him or kneel in front?
Should she take off her own clothes? Or do clothed sex?
How should foreplay be done? Should the Boji side go first? Or the man?
Everything was completely unknown territory for her, a Boji who had never done any of this before.
It was probably the job of a well-trained Boji to lead such things, or a gentleman to do his part.
Um, how about I try begging for the dick once?
Ah... begging for the dick...
Yuta's head cleared after Beomjun's one sentence.
She took a deep breath, spread her legs wide, got into a squat, put both hands behind her head, and thrust her chest forward.
It was a textbook Boji begging pose.
Normally here one would add a more seductive and perverted smile while begging, but for Yuta that was too much.
With her beautifully made eyebrows twitching, Yuta said.
I sincerely thank you for the blessing of putting your dick inside my incompetent Boji hole today. I am just a foolish Ada Boji who doesn't even know the basic way to please a man, but at the very least, I will do my best as a hole that can at least spit out and discard your semen. Please use me with a generous heart. If you find it no fun, discard me mercilessly.
Haaah...
For an Ada Boji, this was quite a good begging.
When suddenly inventing lines, one might stumble or get stuck, but she didn't.
From that...
You practiced this beforehand, huh?
...
Yuta gave a tiny nod and looked away.
It was scary to be mocked for practicing such things even though she wasn't a fun person.
But that was only her own thought; for Beomjun it was actually happy news.
She really wanted to have her Ada Boji eaten.
Since the will was confirmed, there was no reason to hesitate anymore.
He gestured for her to come closer and said.
Come here and lie down.
...Yes.
Yuta tried to lie next to Beomjun.
But the place she had to lie was not the bed.
No, lie on the floor here. And lift your butt and stick your Boji this way.